Best 1798 quotes in «words quotes» category

There was so much to say that we said nothing.

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said. But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

There, you see," said the carpenter. "And now may I give the little lady a piece of advice? She has learned to use her eyes well. She can tell the babies apart better than anyone else. But she must still learn to tell the truth from gossip. Words are like the nails I use to build my houses. You can either hammer them straight or crooked. It all depends on the sort of house you are trying to build.

The right words spoken at the right place with the right amount of emphasis can demolish discrimination, eliminate sectarianism, and they can also rejuvenate human conscience and raise up empires of truth and liberty.

The room fell silent, as his words sunk in.

The room was filled with smoke, dry worn-out smoke retaining in it like a web the insectile cadavers of dry husks of words which had been spoken and should be gone, the breaths exhaled not to be breathed again. But the words went on, and in those brief interruptions between cigarettes the exhalations were rebreathed.

The road was so dimly lighted. There we;re no highway signs to guide. But they made up their minds, If all roads were blind, They wouldn't give up 'til they died....

These five words you utter make the sun rise again: “I’m going to come home.” How is it possible for one person to be the sole reason for my existence? When I hear you say these golden words, the warmth spreads from my stomach until it reaches my pulsating fingertips. How is it possible for one person to be the sole reason for my ecstasy? These five words your utter are even more precious when I’m holding you tight and you whisper only four of them. Because then, I’m really home.

The seductive power of sex and money is nothing compared to that of words.

These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in my words.

These words and these stories can save a life. Who knows – maybe even your own.

These voices in the head demand to be fed. I give them words, they return me poetry!

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchors and turns them into stars. Learn from this.

The species greatest harvest ― words.

The sound of the words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside

The spoken word has come to dominate many Protestant forms of worship: the words of prayers, responsive readings, Scripture, the sermon, and so forth. Yet the spoken word is perhaps the least effective way of reaching the heart; one must constantly pay attention with one’s mind. The spoken word tends to go to our heads, not our hearts.

The stories books tell transcend those of the characters inked upon their pages. A book discloses far more about the person who reads it.

The Temperature is Rising The heartbeat quickens my breath is controlled,my senses are illuminated like a mother to her young. This feeling I have I've know it before, when the gates are opened I'll remember the beginning. Awaiting, dreaming imagining the endless possibilities of moments together as I give into my desires. My body reacts it has a mind of its own leaving little clues yet I continue on. Poised and professional I cross my origin the passion that awaits it stirs like a simmer. The sweet aroma a treat being made just for him I know he will like, the hunger in his eyes his mouth soft and strong it only took me a moment as he continued to look on. I didn't even recognize my sound as I was in a sphere all alone I hoped and imagined it would be but my mind was left in awe like sweet chocolate after a meal.

The term "political correctness" has always appalled me, reminding me of Orwell's "Thought Police" and fascist regimes.

The things you name grow in power.

The thoughts on the mind come out of mouth.

The tongue can be an ambassador of the heart. Or a deadly weapon. Somehow the Spirit of God took hold of me. I realized the devastating power of reckless words. And I began to pray that God would transform my tongue and use my words to bring healing and hope.

The tongue can cut deeper than the sword or heal faster than in the ward.

The two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.

The two words expressed volumes.

The trick and the beauty of language is that it seems to order the whole universe, misleading us into believing that we live in sight of a rational space, a possible harmony.

The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.

The urge to kill is shown by glares, not by words.

The walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world and its disasters.

The way of words, of knowing and loving words, is a way to the essence of things, and to the essence of knowing.

The way he said her name made my heart cramp. In all my years of word collecting, I've learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. I think that's one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person's mouth. When you know they'll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time.

The weight of your words is more important than the volume of your voice!

…the way people understood things had a lot to do with the way people were, how they had been shaped, what the wanted; tricks of rhetoric would not shift them.

The wilderness is a seed of words.

The winter smiling with foggy clouds,and the atmosphere is so damp and cold,dales are covered with rolling mist,white smokey air obscured my crystalline thoughts,yet stop not I writing,decked by giving another flavor to words.

The Word of God is never mere words.

The words a person reads and hears and repeats become his own, enter his verbal storehouse. When needed they become, even if he does not know it, the clothing for the thoughts to which he gives birth.

The words echoed around the cavern and broke through mere rock, so great was the force behind them, melted mere mountains, screamed across the miles.

The wonderful thing about writers like [James] Baldwin is the way we read them and come across passages that are so arresting we become breathless and have to raise our eyes from the page to keep from being spirited away.

The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.

The words bounced off her like a stone skipping over the surface of a lake. A stone may skip a long way, but it always sinks eventually.

The words have no meaning, if not worded as per the situation, most of the times the words lose their zeal when not uttered at the right time.

...the words make our silences easier--they're the current that runs under them.

The words you speak reveal the heart you have.

The Word Wonder or dream from distant land I carried to my country's strand And waited till the twilit norn Had found the name within her bourn— Then I could grasp it close and strong It blooms and shines now the front along... Once I returned from happy sail, I had a prize so rich and frail, She sought for long and tidings told: "No like of this these depths enfold." And straight it vanished from my hand, The treasure never graced my land... So I renounced and sadly see: Where word breaks off no thing may be.

The world is full of problems and I bet you the problems will continue to exist but what will make you relevant to the world is when you have answers to the questions the world asks. You can only be useful when you have the answers to the questions of the world. The best way you provide solutions and answers to those challenges is through wisdom.

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

The words aren't enough every time. Actions speak much more.

The word ecology is derived from the Greek oikos, the word for home.